User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-2246928-20140724202222/@comment-2246928-20140803031326

Harchet gives a yelp of surprise as the sword sinks into his heavyweight body, spraying droplets of crimson across the ferret's face, before the weasel slowly sinks down, slumping over Raggs as a pool of blood blossoms across Harchet's shirt.